Lilith entered the bathroom with her heart pounding and closed her eyes,
soaking all her long silver hair, the strands clinging to her fair skin and winding down the graceful curve of her neck.
Water slid over her delicate collarbones, washed over the curves of her chest, and traced her slender waist all the way down her long legs.
She tilted her head back slightly, letting the water wash over her cheeks. Droplets slipped from her soft pink lips, glittering in the light.
Her bathing figure was like a hazy, beautiful painting, radiating a heart-stirring charm.
As the hot water soaked her entire body evenly, Lilith's flustered heart gradually settled.
She suddenly realized that she had been far too nervous lately,
her mind constantly circling back to the things she had discussed with Vian and the others,
so much so that her behavior had strayed somewhat from her usual carefree manner. This clearly did not suit her nature.
She slowly closed her eyes, focusing entirely on the water brushing gently over her body,
and her thoughts involuntarily drifted back over the eight years she had spent with Kakarot.
Those little memories flashed through her mind one by one, like brilliant stars.
She was utterly certain that she loved Kakarot deeply, and she firmly believed that he felt the same profound affection for her.
Yet as he grew older, Kakarot seemed less "lively" than he had been during his first few years on Zou.
Although he still cared for them in every possible way, for some reason, Lilith always felt as though a faint barrier stood between them.
In truth, their feelings were not without reason. When Kakarot first transmigrated into this world,
he had only just graduated from university in his previous life, still clear-eyed and inexperienced, yet to suffer